1. Town of chemists and churches colliding with your miniature horizons yesterday. Forever those stars behind stars behind stars. I come from the bush; I come with my recessed mind. I cannot think but to write, spiked by the trail home. Employing all my languages I never made it past the rectory – of course I lost that film; such visitations are not meant to be kept. Still, I crawled the hill, trees enough to be exhausting, visions hammering blackly around me: Nature will not betray the heart that loves her. And when I reached you, mother … The blood that runs in gums, and saps of all deciduous things – that summer naked, I tried to take it with me vibrating roundly; breath rolling between us or them. 2. ships or tails? The headland stained with creeping shadows semen tides lap dead Leviathan of rock sent to...